The
year 2102--the world as it was no longer exists. Ravaged by nuclear war
and polluted almost to the point of no return, Earth was dying. When
the faeries came and brought their healing magic, humanity was grateful
at first. Centuries of damage repaired in just five years, and during
the course of that rehabilitation, they invaded. Quietly overthrown, the
human race is now enslaved. The majority doesn’t even realize they have
no free will. Branded, herded and kept only to further the agendas of
the Fae Courts, humanity could be facing extinction.

But a resistance is coming…

Fianna
Dolan has spent her entire young life preparing herself for an uprising
against the Fae. One scorching summer night Fi's parents leave and
never return. Thrust into a position of power she never expected, Fi
struggles with her new position and the responsibility it entails. When a
secretive fae man known only as Flint breaches the city’s defenses
claiming he can help, Fi begins to doubt everything she's ever
considered truth. As betrayals and deception come to light, will Fi want
the answers she’s been seeking, or will trusting Flint lead to her
destruction?

I shook my head, looked around the room and instead, focused on
other details. The music was loud, making the floor shake and causing
people to scream at each other to be heard. Astrid’s skimpy, black
bejeweled shorts and midriff-baring red shirt got the attention of a
deeply tanned young man with short dark hair, and he approached me
through the crowd of other half-naked individuals and I stiffened
involuntarily. He looked harmless enough, but he reeked of alcohol and
his eyes were hazy as he loomed over me in a way that made me want to
run away and hide. Khan wasn’t paying a damn bit of attention and I
didn’t have a guard beside me as I always did. I wasn’t used to being
left alone, and I really didn’t like feeling so exposed.

His full lips moved and I knew he was trying to talk to me, but
with the music blaring as loud as it was I couldn’t understand a word
that came out of his mouth. Knowing I was nearly deaf with the music,
the man reached out and rested his hand on my waist; trying to pull me
away from the wall and speak with his hands. He stumbled though, and
ended up sandwiching me between himself and the smooth concrete. His
mouth opened and he was laughing, I’m sure, but I felt like I was going
to throw up. I tried pushing him away from me, but he didn’t seem to
understand and smirked down at me; his hand sliding from my waist to the
bare skin of my thigh as he fingered the too-high hem of my shorts.
Panic gripped my throat but before anything could happen, he froze. His
eyes grew wide and his brow furrowed, and slowly his mouth opened and he
looked as though he couldn’t breathe properly; giving me a pleading
look as though I could help him. I didn’t know what was going on until
he hacked and blood spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin.

The music abruptly cut off when someone pulled the plug and
suddenly I could hear him, this horrid choking sound coming from deep in
his throat. His knees buckled out from under him and he fell in front
of me; landing in a heavy lump on the floor with a blade hilt sticking
out of his back. I was eye to eye with one of my fathers’ guards, and
one look down confirmed my thoughts—he had that boy’s blood on his
hands.

I couldn’t hold in the banshee scream that tore itself from my throat.

Khan looked up when the music cut, and when he saw the guards
swarming in the building and one of them in front of me, he took off in
the other direction. I yelled for him, but it was like he didn’t even
remember me. The guard rolled his eyes and extended a hand; wrapping it
around my upper arm and yanking me forward.

“You are in an obscene amount of trouble,” he hissed in my ear just as a male voice cried out, “It’s the Fae!”

Allana Kephart has been making things up and bending people to her will
from a very young age. She loves animals and reading and spends a large
amount of time thinking up ways to torment her characters. She shares a
brain, a love of coffee and the color purple with her alter ego/best
friend/co-author, Melissa Simmons.

Melissa Simmons is an
avid reader who married her soul mate and is the proud mother of a
spoiled cat. She spends her days helping promote independent authors
and doing what the voices in her head tell her to. She shares a brain, a
love of coffee and the color purple with her alter ego/best
friend/co-author, Allana Kephart.

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